Julia
I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock, burying my head into my pillow to muffle the incessant ringing. After what felt like an agonising two minutes, I sat up on my bed, reaching for the alarm clock on my nightstand and turning it off.
Exhaled a slow breath, running my fingers through my bedhead. It was 8 am already by the display on the LED clock, and I scrambled out of bed at the realisation.
The next few hours were used to get the twins ready for the day and make breakfast after. I'd already gotten a text from Farid that morning about the time his chauffeur would arrive to pick us up. Although he still insisted on keeping where we were going a secret because he apparently had a surprise planned for us.
It was quiet on the breakfast table save for the sound of cutleries scra
